As the saying went, ten years to sharpen a sword—even if it wasn't sharp, at least it would gleam.
If sixteen years were spent sharpening a sword, they should at least have produced one and a half of them. Yet after all these years, Coast Automobile Factory had suddenly stabbed everyone in the back with a shot like this. It was enough to make everyone's eyes go dark, and it was honestly ridiculous.
Never mind whether the car itself was any good—the promotional video, thanks to its utterly surreal content and execution, swiftly went viral across the entire internet. Whether the car was good or not was another matter; this stunt was truly Yacheng's most savage act. o9
Comment counts on every platform rapidly broke ten thousand.
"What the hell? Did they stop making cars and switch to being content creators?"
"Putting everything else aside, the victim is pretty good-looking."
"Hiss, haha..."
"Wait, I think he's the Factory Director!"
"Now I get why the employees were so happy. Those emotions were genuine—it really doesn't look acted!"
"I suddenly understand why you changed six Factory Directors in over ten years..."
By the end, the screen-filling bullet comments beneath the video had all turned into colorful messages offering the Factory Director as a sacrifice to heaven, granting boundless power! Whether Ji Jue had been sacrificed to heaven or not, Shang Tong Wen didn't know—but right now, he could barely stop himself from sacrificing Yin Chao Yang to heaven! That useless bastard had pounded his chest just yesterday and sworn to him that as long as he remained alive, Coast could only make Small Three-Wheelers; as long as he lived, they would never return to the automobile market.
And the result?
It had only been a few fucking hours!
Their cars were already